Memories

I stand there and am flooded with memories. The tears stream down my face as tink of all the moments i'll never get back. I wonder how many more times i'll be able to see them, to feel them, to relive them. Are they like photo's getting lost in the corners of my mind, fading and yellowing with age? Or maybe they're like movies scratching and jumping, freezing in place. Or maybe, just maybe, they aren't like anything else. Maybe they're always there,waiting for you to pay them some attention. Waiting for you sit and watch over and over again, growing stronger the more you remember. Even though the moment passes in the blink of an eye, maybe, you'll carry it in your heart forever.

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